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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 31, 2006 21:20:09 GMT -5
Metallica took a deep breath as if to reply but she just let it out and shook her head shaking herself free of the spells power. "I think not necromancer I've worked too long and hard ot let something like you stop me from putting an end to this..." she raised a hand and hte shaddows errputed forwards driving at the bone wall they hammered at it violetly and then tore through the bone wall twisting and wreathing around the street like wild things as Metallica walked forwards. She drove hte pointed end of her spear inot the ground and sneered at hte necromancer. "I offer you the same choice you gave me dead waker. Leave and cease this foolishness or I will show you the way ot the lands of the dead to join your minions." She clapped her hands together and hte shadows came rushing towards her they surged and boiled between them taking on a shape ever as what steel was around them melted and raced ot the boiling shadow encasing it in a shell until a metal form not identical to Metallica stood there its eyes black voids and wings not made of metal but shadow spread out behind it. "your curses of the soul cannot aflict a thing thta has no soul necromancer." the Metal Shadow made no sound other then to reach its arm back. The spear beside Metallica surged out of the groun and into its oustreched hand while Metallica stood where she was hands still resting before her palm against palm her eyes intent on the man before her. "Choose now Necromancer shall we fight here and now or save it for another day?"
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Post by Skye on Jan 31, 2006 21:44:54 GMT -5
"Pleased to meet you; little one." Anima's massive head nodded, course everyone was considered little in this form, she was just so darn huge. Anima glanced over to the angel that departed swiftly, perhaps Anima should follow? This Necromancer had to be dealt with... "We should follow the metal one," Anima turned her head slightly to look at Eugene, "if there is a necromancer belonging to Rebirth, than the problem should be dealt with quickly." She grinned, souls was her main essance, automatically weakening any spells of darkness against her.
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Post by Archangel on Jan 31, 2006 21:49:49 GMT -5
Samantha came walking casually out of the bedroom, dressed in fresh clothes, a towel in her hair. She stretched, and reached into the fridge, looking for something to drink. Finding nothing that wasn't rancid, she sighed, and turned to face the wolf....woman?
If she had had anything in her hands, she would have dropped it. "Who...who are you? What are you...?" But then...it came to her. Like a rush, but accompanied by that tingly Feeling again, and suddenly she knew. This shockingly attractive woman was Kiruu. She was simply...changed again. No longer a dog, no longer a wolf. But a woman, with...a tail? Hmmm. But Samantha didn't dwell on such things. Her voice quickly changed to a chirpy, happy tone, and she smiled.
"Oh Kiruu! God, you scared me half to death! I didn't realize you could change into a human too! Jesus, don't do that!" And she giggled, a high-pitched but not entirely unpleasant giggle. And this very human gesture, combined with a hint of Seduction that was in her every move and word, just made Kiruu like the girl more and more.
Reaching next to the fridge, she grabbed an overripe banana, turned brown with age and oxidation, and walked over to the futon. Sliding down easily, she sat and opened the banana.
"So Kiruu....what do you do? I mean...being a magical creature and all....how do you spend your days? Do you do something with people, or do you hide from them? What kinds of things do you like to do?" She asked all these questions casually as she slowly ate her banana, but she was cautiously avoiding the real questions. Questions about herself. Questions about magic and demons and angels.....Ooooh, the thought of angels gave her chills! God, she would love to meet an angel! So many questions, good and bad, long and short, ran through her inquisitive little mind, and she had to restrain herself from pouncing on the woman/wolf and asking her a hundred such questions.
She knew a little bit, from what she had gleaned from Nazael. He was a bit domineering, though, and did not explain the things he did to her unless he thought she would need to know. And most of the time, she didn't need to know. Instead, it was her job to Seduce the beings he met with, the minor demons and the slaves and the thralls and the humans with ulterior motives, to make them more docile, to make them like her, to make them want her. She had grown nicely into her powers, simply because they were a natural extension of her womanhood. Flirting is in every person's nature, be they girl or boy, it just takes a bit to unlock in some people. But Nazael had not only unlocked the door, he had pulled everything from behind out into the open air. Because of him, she now had the power to Seduce any corporeal being, at least a little bit. She could control the Lust in male beings, make them crazy for her body, make them sick with desire. She could change their bodily chemistries, little hints and touches changing them for the better, or for the worse. Maybe she'd give them anemia, make them weak and their muscles partially atrophied. Or maybe she would shoot up the adrenaline in their bodies, make them run faster, fight harder, jump higher. Or even, when the pure mental Lust failed, dump their bodies full of testosterone, make them so wild with lust that their blood literally couldn't take it, make their hearts burst with the blood-pumping lust of a million testosterone molecules. She could do all these things, and had done them before, while her master Nazael worked on his jobs.
But there was always a part of her that did not like what she did. There was a part of her that despised what she had become, hated what she stood for. She was Manipulation, she was Glamour, she was Flirt embodied. And that deep part of her, down low, lower than her heart but not as low as her lust, settled deep in the pit of her stomach where nobody could ever find it...down there, she hated herself. And she hated Nazael more. He said he loved her...she said she loved him, more than anything. But she knew it was a lie. She desired him more than anything, wanted his body more than anyone else's. That was really as deep as their "love" went. She had no idea how he really felt, but she was pretty sure it was mostly contempt. And she felt contempt for him as well. Contempt, anger, and flat-out hatred. He had corrupted her beyond measure, had destroyed her life utterly and made her a slave to him. She knew this, deep within herself, even if her outer self believed every lie about "love" and "sacrifice". She knew what she had become, what he had made her, and she hated it.
She casually waited for Kiruu to answer, eating her banana, which was a bit too ripe for her taste, and thinking these thoughts deep in the pit of herself, where nobody could ever see them. And that feeling, that rushy, tingly, welcome Feeling, was flooding through her again. She didn't know why, but she loved it, loved it more than she loved sex, and she didn't want it to ever stop.
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"Uh huh...... Yep... Fifteen minutes, Craig. At least. Actually, make it thirty...... Yep... Ok, we'll be there."
Nazael clipped the cell phone closed and smiled to himself, a secret smile, a greasy, disgusting, tingling smile. He loved technology! What wonders there were! Like the cell phone or the television or the Internet. Amazing! It made dealing in death just soooo much easier! Thinking back, and back and back, when he newly created and running amok on Earth...those days, finding evil to do had been so hard. Being a mercenary demon for hire was tricky, because if you were found out, the people would instantly kill your host, and/or try to force you out through horrible magic rituals and ridiculous praying. In the days of Jesus Christ, many of his slaves had been crucified for heresy. In the Dark Ages, his slaves had been burned as witches or slain outright by a noble knight with a sword. And even as lately as the 1900s, he still found it difficult to find a single contact, considering the vastness of the world and the immense number of good people in it.
But now...now was the Golden Age for demons! He could go online, right now, and find a hundred thousand websites run by Devil-worshippers and demon lovers. Most of them were jokes, simply people with too much time on their hands hoping for a chance at real power that they would never grasp. But some of them, like Craig, whom he had met in a Satanist Cult chat, were the real deal. Some actually had direct speaking lines to the Four Horsemen, to Lucifer Himself, some even to Rebirth, the most mysterious and deadly of all. Through dark prophets, sorcerers, and the occult arts, some regular humans actually met with real demons, and some received their marching orders from the dark depths of the Underworld. It was a very lucrative business, this trafficking in evil, and there was a lot to be gained from it, not always monetarily.
He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and thought to himself. Another job, so quick after the very powerfully-done job for Plague. This time, the client was unknown. But Nazael knew who it was. Only one being had enough clout in this area at this time to be hiring skilled locals like Nazael to do his dirty work for him. Rebirth was out in the city, but he couldn't do everything by himself, and his slaves weren't always the brightest of the bunch. Whatever this job was, it would be good, Nazael could feel it. It would pay, big time. And as long as Rebirth never got a whiff that he was the one who had decimated the spy center with Plague's plague, Nazael was safe. Rebirth couldn't know everything, and he and Samantha would be safe.
But that wolf.... She might get in the way. Nazael had to find some way to lose her. But how? He pondered silently to himself for a few minutes, and could hear the two women talking in the other room. It would be tricky....but he would try.....
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 31, 2006 22:02:44 GMT -5
Kiruu turned her head slightly and fixed Sam with one of her piercing pale blue eyes smiling warmly at the woman. "What do I do/" she repeated then held up her hand palm up infront of same as a small globe of coloured light was created in her hand. "I am light or a creature that is the embodyment of light. i wathc and observe undertsand and sometimes guide others who have lost the light within themselves. Not lost and in left somewhere but just misplaced," her voice was soft and yet the power it held in it was gentle and warm like the ligth that hovered in her hand. 'I also answer questions for those who wish to ask for there are veyr few things I will not tell you or anyone should they ask." she turned tucking her hair behind one weolfish ear and smiled broadly this time "I spend my days as I choose, wandering or hiding or interfearingin others affairs. Once I even watched a faimily for several generations just to see what woudl happen it was quite facinating. Though i must admit i have no need ot hide from humans all it takes is a little illusion and I appear as normal and plain as they are though this form you see now and my wolf form are my true forms." she reached out and placed the bakc of her hand on Sam's cheeck stroking it gently for a moment before lowering her hand and turned back to the windowstaring out inot the night. "Are you sure there is nothing you do not whish to ask me about? my offer was genuin I will answer any questions you have nad have no fear of me lieing my kind are incapable of falsehood."
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Post by Archangel on Jan 31, 2006 22:36:24 GMT -5
Samantha felt her eyes widen as Kiruu explained herself to the girl. What a life that must be! Immortality, the ability to manipulate light, and the will to watch people and their interactions for countless hours.... How amazing! She had no idea that Kiruu was that kind of creature. She had heard Nazael say "Avataric Wolf", but that didn't mean she understood it. And she still wasn't sure she understood it now. But she knew a little more now than she did before, and that made her happy. Plus, the Feeling was back, stronger than ever. She thought she knew why now. Because now was the time to ask questions. Now was the time to get what was on her chest...off of it. Now she was supposed to ask about the feelings she kept having, especially the one Feeling, the thoughts she kept thinking, and her fascination with angels. Now was the time to bring this up, and there was no one better than Kiruu to tell her.
But just as she opened her mouth, her face contemplative, her eyes sparkling....Nazael walked into the room. And as soon as he did, her face dropped 45 degrees, her posture slumped dramatically, and it seemed like she almost cringed. Not because she was afraid of him...because she was afraid of reprisal. He had denied her for days before, denied the needs of her body until she was mad with desire, because she had simply looked at him the wrong way. Well, she had learned now. Everything was meek and mild around Nazael, and if it wasn't, she wouldn't feel him inside of her for an unbearable amount of time. She couldn't take that, she knew it. So she shut her mouth tightly, her eyes cast down to the floor, only glancing up at Kiruu once in a while through her beautiful eyelids, and spoke not a word.
Nazael, however, was not so silent.
"Ahhh, Kiruu! A pleasure to see you in this form! And so lovely too.... God in Heaven, how beautiful you are!" He moved forward, and gently took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing it softly. And as he did this, he pushed a pulse of pure Lust through the wolf woman's veins, one designed to make her almost swoon under his gentle kiss. He didn't even wait for her response to his Lust, instead he reached up and ran a hand through her beautiful hair. Then, he turned back to Samantha.
"Now my dear, it's time we were off. Craig is waiting for us down at the wharves, and we both know it's not good to keep Craig waiting. And, on top of that, I just hope that bloody rain has stopped falling! I would not like to see my suit ruined!" He looked quite debonair in black dress pants and a silky white shirt with just the right amount of gleam. "And of course, my dear Kiruu, we would be happy if you joined us! Craig, I'm certain, would not mind!"
Only now did he turn and look at Kiruu fully, to gauge her loss of control, to see how close she was to becoming his slave, how desperate she was for him. For all women were desperate for him, all women wanted him badly, and there was nothing that could stop him when he turned up a woman's Lust......
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 31, 2006 22:44:47 GMT -5
Kiruu had flet the impule he tried to place upon her and found it amusing as she pushed the sensation aside ajusted her physical demeanure to suit what she knew he expected to see. "It would be a pleasure to observe how you conduct bussiness Nazael," she replied her eyes sliding once to Sam observing the change in the girl her demenur and expression not changing once though benieth the facade she found it curious. Turning her gaze back to Nazael she smiled warmly and then her form shimmered shifted and changed down to a wolf like shape nad then withot even pausing inot that of the mangy street dog. you need not worry about the landlord seeing me dear Nazael I cna make myself invisable to his eyes easy enough his mind is a simple thing...
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 1, 2006 0:19:51 GMT -5
Mortiorchis stared in wide wonder at this thing before him. He knew very well that he could not fight it on his own, a being of steel? That would be suicide. The dozen or so survivors of his forces would not be enough here... He needed more. "God damned bitch... Come, my minions... Another time, another time..." He took a few steps back, animating a bone horror or fiend from the wreckage of his fallen troops, every 30 seconds or so, and left the suburb with them in tow, towards the defiled estate.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Feb 1, 2006 2:26:02 GMT -5
Metallica watched hi mretreat with a grim satisfaction and then seperated her hands. The Steel Shadow gave a shudder and then collaped the metal pooling about and gathering before it was sent back to whence it came reforming objects as they should have been until it appeared like nothing more then a street brawl had incured. There was however stil the problem of the undead parts still littering the ground. She pondered for a moment then shook her head gesturing otthe shadows which gathered the body parts up and dumped them in numerous dumsters throughout the city it would cause chaos with the police but it was all she could do for the time being. When it was all done she felt the sweat covering her body benieth her cloths and sighed. Her wings drooped as she held out her hand and colloected her spear which broke up back inot its metal disks and placed them in her pouch. She was bone tired, the night had been relentlessly active for her what she needed now was rest unfortunatly there was still the matter of the nightmare, that strange man and she remembered that strange girl. Frowning she spread her wings and took off again glad that the three of them weren't too far from where she the conflict had arisen. Silently Metalica flew gliding rather hten beating her wings until she came ot the lats place she'd seen then they were still here luckily the battle withthe necromancer hadn't lasted too long. Silently she landed sinking ot one knee slightly as she did so and then stood up straight. "Forgive me for running off before but the problem with the necromancer was getting to a critical point," she siad to the winged girl. "My name is Metallica Nightwing." Then looked at the others. "It will be best if we're out of this area before sunrise which if i'm not mistaken is two hours away but first..." she turned to the multiple bodies of the demons thta lay about and clicked her fingers. The shadows stirred again and moved quickly pulling the demons bodies back down thier holes and hiding places where mortal eyes would never find them. Cold settled inot her body then, Metallica knew she was overreachnig herself she could do no more this night. 'If none of you have any place to go to I suppose you can stay where I am and later I can take you to the undreground where others gather.. but thats up to you..." She turned and started walking her wings melting away like they had never been as she moved away from the battle zone.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 1, 2006 2:34:17 GMT -5
The girl smiled and moved closer to the man. She turned her back to him and folded her wings around herself lightly, leaning up against him provocatively, "I'll go where he goes," she purred, secretly hoping that the monstrosity would follow suit. She turned her head slightly to look into Eugene's eyes with one of her own, a mischevious smile on her face and a devillish twinkle in her eyes. And yes, that dress does have a slit near the back that goes up to the waist... If you don't wanna go back to page 3 to find it, here you go again www40.brinkster.com/caligoxstar/picsite/AZR5.htm
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Post by Skye on Feb 1, 2006 7:19:52 GMT -5
Anima grunted and eyed the girl, moving in close enough that Eugene and this girl were inches from her front teeth while the tusks were on either side of them. Anima's eyes narrowed and there seemed to be a slight growl resonating deep within her throat. With a final snort she lifted her head and went around them, and with little distance, Anima's form was cast in the dark shroud until her form assumed the slim woman from earlier. Anima walked up to Metallica, glancing behind to the other two then back ahead, "I must thank you for your hospitality ms. Nightwing, for I would not know where to stay during daylight hours."
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Feb 1, 2006 7:44:58 GMT -5
Metalica nodded and led Anima through the streets not really bothering ot check if hte other two were following and led her to a place in the city that was relativly quiet. She opened the door and stepped inside smiling faintly. "This place is relativly empty except for a few other demons and other non-human beings here. Otherwise I have this place for myself. " she smiled faintly and moved through the building decending through a door inot the celler of the basment of the building. The floor space benieth was the size of the building above only quardened off in areas to make up seperate rooms such as a bathroom pantry, bedroom and what could be a lounge area with a couch against one wall and two reclining chairs around a rug on the floor. "Make yourself at home, theres no light in here sorry not that I need it I can see easy enough in the deepest pit and I find it hurts my eyes." I'm gonig to have a shower because I don't know about you, but I smell like a corpse," she made a face and dissapeared into her bedroom retrieving a bathrobe and then dissapeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her. turning hte taps until the water was hot enough ashe stripped off and scrubbed awat the smell of the cadavers, her sweat and soem of the deep wieryness that had invaded her body since the long night had begun.
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Post by nightmare on Feb 1, 2006 16:40:48 GMT -5
He did not understand it, but for some reason, this girl he just met, drove him crazy with desire. It was not the way she conformed herself to every bump in his body, or even the extravagant slit in her dress. "So, it was you watching our battle; just who are you, anyways?" He asked once the two were gone - he would follow, but for now, he had to find out who this girl was. There was, indeed, something about her...
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 1, 2006 16:53:43 GMT -5
"Who am I," she almost seemed to ask herself. "I am Aggie, and very pleased to see you," she purred. A slender pale hand caressed the man's face, "I like your work..."[/i]
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Post by nightmare on Feb 1, 2006 17:05:05 GMT -5
The touch, much like her, was haunting. She was not of this world, he decided. Not that he, a human, would know... "...Aggie, huh? The pleasing is likewise, my dear." He grinned, taking her hand in his, and kissing it softly. "I would show you what more I can do, but now is neither the time nor place for such things. Let's talk more at Lady Night's place - you can get to know Death girl. Would you like that?"
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Feb 1, 2006 17:07:16 GMT -5
Baron Nightshade sulked the entire way back to the damaged estate, his gaze lethal. His thoughts swarmed about inside his head, full of bitterness, spite, and most of all, revenge. He had never been forced to retreat outright before... and perhaps he hadn't yet. He did have a better idea, but couldn't pull it off with the enemy so close to him. He needed blood, and plenty of it, along with a decent amount of time. When he reached the door of the mannor, Mortiorchis cut his palm, tracing the doorframe with his own blood and inscribing runes about it. He took a few steps back and uttered a spell or two, and the doors opened into a void of dark energy. A moment later, his most trusted servant stepped through, closing the door behind him. Half of the runes vanished, but the ward held fast. "Yes, my master," the skeletal being bowed. "Sulok, I need your help..."www.rpgstars.com/screenshots/beta/largesize/Guild-Wars-Screenshot-045.jpg Sulok
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